HI! I'm sorry it's taken me sooo long to update, but now I finally have! I love the reviews I've got, and I just want to thank you all so much! It makes me feel like I'm a really good writer!

Also, just so everyone will know now, the rating will go up at chapter three and so on. So if you can't find it, you might have the look in the R section. Well, enough of my jabbering! You're supposed to be reading the story!

His eyes, which were narrowed and gazing at me darkly, were the most beautiful crimson red I had ever seen. They held so many depths that were riddled with pain and fear and hate and depression and other things I couldn't even begin to describe. I felt like I was drowning looking into those eyes…drowning in a never-ending see of blood.

I was knocked out of my stupor when I felt the cold bite of the katana against my chest, aimed directly above my frenzied heart. I gulped and held my breath, ignoring the rapid beating of my heart as it hammered loudly against my rib cage. I looked up at him questioningly, but his face told me nothing; no explanation as to why he was doing this. His eyes only hinted his irritation and question .

Suddenly, he spoke to me, and his rich, deep, baritone voice sent shivers down my spine and made my ears ring as I realized this warrior was not some little boy playing a samurai, but was indeed a very small, full-grown man!

" Something in Japanese?> " he asked, and his tone was clipped. I tilted my head to one side, curious as to what he had asked me. He didn't speak English? Just who the heck is this guy?

"What did you say?" I asked, my blue eyes locking with his red ones. His cold demeanor faded slightly with a mild look of surprise. Didn't he understand English? I was sure his mind was thinking along the same lines: Didn't she understand Japanese?

He growled and his eyes narrowed into red slits as he thrust his sword against my chest, piercing my shirt and shoving me backwards. My eyes widened in shock and alarm. Was he trying to kill me? What the hell is his damn problem! My sudden anger quickly dissolved as a sudden thought occurred to me. Maybe he didn't trust me. I was, after all, a stranger passing by.

Maybe he didn't trust strangers, or anybody else for that matter. I had seen quick fleeting looks of alarm and mistrust in his gaze before he directed his katana at my chest. Curiosity overwhelmed my senses as I began to wonder what made him this way to begin with. Had something bad happened to him in his life? Something a lot worse than what I had endured? What made him appear so…dark?

The raven-haired teen's gaze lessened as he lowered his blade and took a step closer to me, sudden interest etched all over his face. I was curious as to what he had set him off this time, but an alarm suddenly sounded in the back of my mind. It was a warning, screaming at me to 'get a grip' and realize that the person standing in front of me was a complete stranger and…he was a male. He could just as easily rape me like me father had done. If one male can do it, surely another male would have no trouble repeating similar actions. Men don't have honor or pride. My father was a prime example of that…

And this is what alarmed me the most. I wouldn't be able to defend myself against this warrior or his katana. My body agreed with my mind for once and I took a step back as he took another step forward. My muscles tensed as I clenched my fists, taking on a defensive position in case he tried anything I would not approve of. And I already did NOT approve of him invading my personal space.

The red-eyed warrior stopped and sniffed the air around me before scrunching his nose in disgust as his brows knitted together questioningly. He pointed a finger at me accusingly, taking a step back. " Something in Japanese!>" he spat, and I had a bad feeling about the tone he had used with me. How could he say I smelled bad? It was raining for crying out loud! Did he have a dog's nose or something?

Other than feeling extremely embarrassed and awkward, my anger flashed dangerously and I growled in retaliation. "What! I don't smell good to you or something!" I shouted, glaring at him with a scowl to rival his. He hissed and shook his head in exasperation before sheathing his katana in one quick motion. It rested in its sheath on the belt at his side.

I eyed him angrily as he stole one last glance at me before turning and walking away, his foot falls making no sound on the muddy grass. I stared after him in shock. My mind tried to process all that had just transpired. It was having some major difficulty. I snarled angrily. Just who the hell did he think he was? He had more than likely insulted me in his own language, and now he was just walking away like he didn't even give a damn? What had I done to deserve such cruel treatment? WHY THAT BASTARD!

I dashed after him, blocking his path effectively. Clearly letting him know this little 'argument' was not over yet. He stopped and stared down at me in sudden surprise before a VERY nasty scowl spread across his features, making him look very much like a demon from Hell. It scared me deep within my bones and I froze in fear, my mind now yelling at me to get the hell out of there. This guy was dangerous! He more than likely didn't mind the possibility of knocking me out of his way if I continued to hold him up like this.

He snarled like a cornered animal and raised his hand as though he were about to strike me. Images of my father beating me played before my frightened mind, increasing my fear ten-fold. I yelped and shut my eyes tightly, holding my arms up in front of my face defensively, awaiting to feel the painful bite of his hand against my cheek. But it never came…it never came. I peered out from behind my arms and eyed him uncertainly, trying my best to disguise my sudden fear behind my surprise. Even the red-eyed warrior looked surprised by my actions, and he slowly lowered his hand to his side, blinking in the sudden confusion.

But the confusion quickly faded behind a haughty glare. " Something in Japanese.>" he said dismissively, before walking around me. His arm brushed against mine, and the most unusual thing happened.

The moment his skin touched mine, an electric shock coursed up my arm, spreading throughout my whole body like a wild fire. It was as though an avalanche had occurred, quickly submerging my mind under the overwhelming force of the sensation. 'What the hell has he done to me!' I thought in brief panic, desperately trying to remain conscious against the obnoxiously loud ringing of my ears. I stepped back and my knees barely managed to support my weight.

I swayed slightly, my breathing quickening as my muscles contracted involuntarily against my will. Just what the hell was wrong with me? Why is my body acting so strange? What is going on! I didn't understand…. I just didn't understand. This was all too much for me. Too much for me to handle all at once. I just needed some time to think…. Just some time…

The warrior turned to look at me, bewilderment written all over his face. I saw his lips moving, but I couldn't hear a damn thing he was saying. 'That's strange.' I thought groggily, 'why is everything so quiet?' I felt like I was trapped in a soundless void as darkness began to slowly creep up behind me, stalking me like a predator stalking its prey. It would only be a little while before it attacked and I went down.

A confused expression crossed his features as he waved his hand across my eyes several times. But I didn't see it. My eyesight -or whatever was left of it- was devoid of color, devoid of shape or focus. Nothing seemed to matter to me anymore. Was this what death was like before it finally claimed you? I was dying or something like that, right?

I gasped as somewhere through all this darkness, I felt the warm hand of the warrior resting on my cheek. His touch sent another violent shock throughout me like a nuclear explosion. And then…I felt myself resting in his arms against his chest. I shivered. This was very strange. This was so unusual. I had never been held by a guy before. So this is what it felt like. If I had had a chance to know the guy some more, this might've been romantic.

I coughed and I felt him jerk in disgust or alarm, I did not know. My mind was slowly starting to slip away. And I doubt it would be able to find its way back. "Please, don't hurt me." I managed to whisper to him before I was eaten alive by the impending darkness. The prey was finally caught…

Wow, I think just might be the longest chapter I've written yet. I feel so proud! Now the next chappy will be in the R section, so please read and review it! Thank you and good night!